I have a confession to make.
I’m not a big corn on the cob fan.
My parents, who have grown rows of sweet corn on their farm for at least three decades, don’t understand my lack of enthusiasm for their favorite summer meal. They wonder if all the years of corn harvests affected my current taste buds.
Every summer, we picked row after row of corn and husked all those dozens of ears. I occupied myself outdoors or with a good book when my mom and grandma shooed me out of the kitchen. Here, gallons of water boiled on the stove, and every available surface was covered with cut off corn kernels and sprayed with corn juice.
I might never know why I don’t enjoy corn on the cob, but my kids sure did jump on the bandwagon. As soon as the season starts, they’re itching to sink their teeth into a juicy, sweet cob that’s loaded with melted butter. (I think rolling the freshly boiled cobs in a stick of butter make eating this vegetable even more appealing for my kids).
Despite my lack of love for corn on the cob, I bought some at my local farmers market, husked it while our four kittens watched and cooked it up for my family.
They dug right in.
I on the other hand, ate one cob so that I could say I ate fresh corn this year, and then I eagerly grabbed the dental floss. Once everyone had their fill, I cut the corn kernels off the cobs we didn’t eat and now have a nice side dish for dinner this week. Now that I’ll enjoy!
Do you have any corn picking, prepping or eating memories? If so, let me know. I’d also love to hear if you’re a corn on the cob fan, fanatic or frump. 🙂